Couple

Valeria wore a miniskirt with no underwear. The sleeping men in the street watched her without hiding it. I watched from the back of the truck, completely aroused.

He spent the whole afternoon among other women’s feet he couldn’t touch. At home, Laura was waiting with hers dirty from asphalt and a smile that was an order.

When Don Eduardo closed the office door, Valeria knew they hadn’t come to discuss any report. They both held a secret, and that made them equals.

Rodrigo went pale and pulled the phone away. I knew exactly what had happened before he even opened his mouth to explain.

I was eighteen and had no experience. She had a husband, a daughter in my class, and the skill to keep me from sleeping since the first day.

Bringing three folding chairs to a back alley at midnight was her idea. What happened after left me watching from the outside, dry-mouthed and racing pulse.

She came into the study with a look that left no room for questions. She ordered me to strip. Her meeting started in twenty minutes, and I was going to be her entertainment.

We had spent the morning joking among the five of us, with that tension nobody names. When they started touching each other, it was obvious the afternoon was going to last a long time.

When she opened the door in that tight dress, I knew that afternoon was going to change everything I thought I knew about myself and my limits.

Soaked clothes clung to their bodies, rain hammered the barn roof, and they had no excuse left to keep their distance. That was how their affair began.

Silvia was riding me when I saw the figure in the doorway. My father. Naked. Staring at her, one hand moving in a way that left no doubt.

I was alone in my bedroom when I heard the door open. He hadn’t knocked or announced himself. And I was barely dressed.

Daniela slipped a condom into my pocket before she left. I knew I was a virgin, and Marco was too. That afternoon was going to change all that.

He appeared among the dunes, stopped to watch, and didn’t leave. We kept going, and so did he. That’s how the most exciting game we’d ever had began.

We slept badly that entire week. We knew what awaited us on Saturday, and that certainty turned every night into an anticipation of something neither of us dared name aloud.

Blindfolded on a hotel bed, you hear someone enter the room. You don't know if it's a man or a woman. You only know you were browsing the app together an hour ago.

When I asked her to tell me again, her eyes closed, her voice dropped to a wet whisper against my neck, and I knew it still burned inside her.

She always said my body betrayed me before my voice did. That afternoon, after running into an old friend, she was going to prove it in the rawest way possible.

I’d spent years filling her head with the idea, until a trip to the beach gave us the perfect setting. What I didn’t expect was the name she would say.

I’d spent years hiding a part of myself. The night I told her, I never imagined she’d end up asking if we’d do it together with several men.